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    Lesbian Female / 37

    My SO is another woman. After graduation I was recruited by an energy firm and I moved to Houston to start my job. I was assigned to the accounting department in revenue accounting. I shared an office with another new hire, she was from a small private school and it was her first time away from home. We hung out together, were lunch buddies and got to know each other pretty well. We were the only two women in revenue accounting at the time.

    In our company, which had about 200 people in the main office, Thursday night was titty bar night for the boys. We heard about it because they bragged about it, not meant for our ears but talked about in the hall and the offices next door. What they liked, and how many table dances they had ordered, and who got drunk and who got thrown out for grabbing a girl. Friday morning was always about which girl they liked best at the titty bar.

    Over lunch she told me that she had never been anywhere, she had never been in a bar and the only naked woman she had seen was one of her friends when they had an overnight party and she wanted to go so bad to the men's club, she wanted to see what it was all about and she confessed that she had always had something for women's tits. How so, I asked her and she told me that for example she thought I had nice tits unlike her because she was tall and lean but flat chested, which she was. She begged me to talk to one of the guys and see if he would take us to the titty bar.

    At the titty bar he ordered up every type of woman he could think of, great big tits swinging in our face, small girls with small tits who spent a lot of time swinging their ass in our face. And he brought up girls with nice large tits to slow dance for us, to hang over our face and let their tits rub against our cheeks, with our mouths open they ran their nipples across our lips. One girl leaned over and told us that she preferred to dance for women, in and outside of the club and she knew how to make us happy.

    That night, it lasted a long time and our friend spent over 400 dollars on table dances for us, that night I let my office partner suck on my tits, sitting over her rubbing my naked pussy against her stomach. That night I went down on my office partner, that night my office partner went down on me. That night we had out and out woman on woman sex, that night I gave her an orgasm by twisting and pinching her nipples. She had small tits but she had nice nipples and they were very sensitive to play with. That was the first night that we crossed the line and became lovers and went down the dark path of lesbian life.

    I had been fucked more than once, but that all faded away, we could not keep our hands off of each other and she insisted that I dress for her at work and wear soft tops and easy bras so she could watch my tits move around under my blouse. She sat and drew a pencil drawing of my pussy which she kept in her drawer, and she smiled at me when she opened the drawer to look at it. We got up the nerve and we went to the titty bar by ourselves and we got to know the dancer who had invited us to see her after work. She gave extra special dances for us we lay naked under her on the bed, she had magic hands and a magic tongue, she loved to kiss and be held between us. She was a pure lesbian with lots of experience and she taught us things that only she could teach, she took us under her wing.

    The fire lasted for a very long time, the fire didn't start to die down until long after we had changed jobs and worked in more women friendly jobs, referred to us by other lesbians that we met through our friend who danced at the titty club. The lesbian community was a dark place, most everyone was in the closet and it was preyed upon by dykes and butch women in the professional world. We were a couple and escaped many of the heart breaks that we saw all around us. Now in our early thirties we decided to break out, leave and go to California where it was more friendly. We convinced our friend to come with us and the three of us left Houston and set up house in the suburbs of L.A.

    L.A. wasn't any friendlier to us, we had to take jobs that we didn't like, and for our friend the competition was brutal and she only found gigs dancing at low end clubs. After three months we threw in the towel and returned to our roots, where we knew people and we could get jobs that paid more. The fire in us had almost burned out, what was left of it was stoked daily by our friend, keep it going and you will stay together, let it burn out and you will be miserable and all alone. She met a woman who painted portraits, primarily of children for rich families. She asked her to paint a portrait of us, as a gift to us. We sat for our portrait, we insisted on realistic expressions in our eyes and to emphasize our tits. We have our portrait over our bed in our room, to remind us forever of what we looked like when we were young.

    We live together, three women who can't live apart. In our thirties dancing was out of the question and she turned to yoga as an instructor. She is our lover, she makes sure she makes love to us as often as possible and pushes us to make love together. Life in our world is dark, there is no real way out. We work in small jobs in small offices, making just enough to live. We are part of a community that is never stable and comes and mostly goes away. We just can't hang or become part of a dyke run club, we have our own 'dyke' at home, we go home to her, we don't run around.

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